During winters..When I lay in my bed..I only see stars in the dark sky..I call them hopes..When I feel cold..And a sheet of leaves cover my body..I call that care..When I can't sleep..Sweet breeze sings lullabies for me..I call that love..When I dont wake up in the morning..Sun shines at my face..I call that reality..

It was a usual morning and after breakfast he went to get ready in the bedroom. Where I was lying on one side of the bed. Looking at him, my mind started searching for old memories, how he used to pick me in his hands and in return how I would put my arm around his neck. But not anymore.

These are old sweet memories. But now, I am getting old. I am getting older every day every second. Just like a flower loose its fragrance after one night, I think my night is getting over. I cannot help it, can I? I would really want to. I want to be loved as old days. I want to be chosen before he choose anything else. I am with him, since very long. This is how she should be treating me now?